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Saturday morning arrived late for us as we slept in after our late night. When we awoke we discussed the events of last night then made our way into the bathroom for our ablutions, Claire helping me moisturise before I returned the favour. Back in the bedroom I was laced firmly into my corset and, once my bra and forms were in place I felt 'normal' again. Panties, stockings and boots felt perfect and I asked Claire if I could wear her dress again. "Of course, Diane! It has always been slightly baggy on me but, as it fits you so well, you should keep it. It does look good on you." I sat at the dresser and started on my make-up as I was able to manage simple base, lipstick and eye-shadow. I even managed mascara now and laughed to myself when I was putting it on and realised my mouth was open, for I had teased Claire about that a few times. Just as I was fitting my wig, Claire brought in two cups of coffee and I vacated the dressing stool for her. "Let's have a leisurely breakfast then go do the grocery shopping," she suggested. "That is if you are not going to get all embarrassed and fidgety again?" I thought about it for a moment and realised that if I 'passed' for Zoe then I could manage simple shopping. I'd loved strutting through the mall last week and, anyway, Claire would be with me so it should be OK. "Sounds great to me, Darling, I'll go and start breakfast." Although I had decided to diet a little, it was late enough to consider it as brunch so I set about a comfortable cooked breakfast. It was just about done when Claire entered the kitchen looking lovely in a black skirt and pink blouse. I hugged and kissed her and told her how nice she looked. "If you think I wasn't going to compete with you, Diane, you were wrong. No way am I going to be the ugly sister!" "Very funny, Claire. Nobody would ever think of you but absolutely beautiful," I said and she blushed slightly which on her lovely face looked so cute. Once we'd eaten and cleared away I decided to check for mail in the post-box. It was only twenty yards and the only risk of being seen was by Zoe and that was no risk now. It was a lovely sunny morning and it felt good to stroll down the driveway and listen to the click of my heels. I took the mail out of the box and was scanning the envelopes when I heard a car enter the cul-de-sac quite fast. I was surprised when it came past me in the driveway......................but horrified when I saw the driver was Carol! To explain: I am a tax and business consultant and, along with four other specialists we own an office in town. We rarely work with each other but, as we sometimes need to travel, we need a 'Girl-Friday' to run the offices, man the phones and handle all the filing. Three years ago I had met Carol at a social evening and knew she was working at one of the businesses with whom I had consulted. We struck up conversation and she told me that she was to be made redundant and did I know of anywhere she could get a PA job. As it was, our incumbent office lady was seven months pregnant. Whilst very presentable and, I knew, very capable Carol was late forties so would struggle to find a placement. Claire had been listening to the conversation and squeezed my hand, then said "Carol seems perfect to replace Rebecca, don't you think, Dave?" And so it came to be. She was even more skilled that I knew and soon reorganised much of the office systems and seemed able to do much of the basics and footwork which relieved each of us to concentrate on our core tasks. Carol was a find-and-a-half and we paid her very well, yet she had always been grateful to me for giving her the chance. And while I was usually pleased to see her, dressed as I was, today wasn't one of them! She got out of her car with two thick files and walked to the front door, while looking over her shoulder to casually wave at me. She knocked and Claire opened and I heard Carol say "Hi Claire, is Dave there? We have a major problem!" I don't know what went through my wife's head but she could clearly see me at the bottom of the drive and knew I had nowhere to run. She called to me "Honey, come here, please!" I didn't know what to do but maybe she had an idea so, gathering as much confidence as I could muster, I stepped back towards them. "Carol, this is Diane, won't you come inside?" Carol smiled at me then followed Claire into the lounge. "Sorry to barge in on a Saturday, Claire, but I have to see Dave as quickly as possible," explained Carol. In horror I watched the mischievous smile grow on Claire's face and heard her say "You just did!" Carol was confused and just stared at Claire and said "Sorry?" "He's right behind you!" She turned and, of course, looked straight at me, then looked as though trying to see behind me. By this time I knew the game was up so I smiled and said in my new breathy voice which Claire loved "Hello, Carol. What's the major problem we have to deal with?" "I'm sorry, Diane, it's very complicated and Dave will have to handle..............................................Oh! My God!..............It can't be!.........................Is it?.......................Are you.............Dave?" In her shock she dropped the files and I don't even think she heard them clatter to the floor. "At home I'm known as Diane, Carol, or at least I have been for the past two weeks. I'm sorry you had to find out this way - I hope the shock won't spoil our work relationship?" I offered as she looked me up and down. "You............You are a very pretty looking woman, Dave, Err, I mean Diane. There is no way I'd have known it was you, especially when I passed you in the drive! But what do you mean by the past two weeks?" Claire caught her elbow and said "Come and sit down, Carol, I think you need to." We all did on the two facing sofas and Claire continued "A fortnight ago I found out that my gorgeous husband sometime needs to dress as a girl and so I have been indulging him and, quite frankly, prefer him as Diane than as Dave. I know it must seem awfully kinky and strange but it works for us." Carol looked back at me and smiled as she looked me over once more. "I can see why, Claire, he really is a lovely man and looks an even lovelier woman! He has become even nicer at work this last couple of weeks and three times he's complimented me on my clothes." She looked at me again "Women notice things like that, Diane. I've also seen you walking slightly differently and your ability in those heels would explain that too." With the worst over Claire asked if she'd like coffee and went to the kitchen so I asked "So what's the big problem, Carol?" She explained that one of my last customers had only acted on some of my recommendation and had ignored two key elements. They had been audited by the tax-man and they were potentially deep in the brown-stuff. It was essential that they received help and clarity for their urgent meeting with the authorities on Monday and needed me to help them plead their case. My contact at the subsidiary of the multi-national client was an arrogant CEO and I'd have liked to let him fall but my professional standing might take a knock too. I had no choice. As usual, Carol had done lots of the footwork to get financial statements and details of where everything had gone haywire, we spread out the data on the table and started going though it all. It became obvious there was no quick-fix and I'd need to do some major restructuring to stop things getting worse. I also found where the tax authorities had assumed they'd been underpaid but to prove it was going to take a lot of work. Claire's coffee had come and gone, as had about two hours of time. I made the decision. I called Claire in from the other room and told her the weekend was stuffed and I'd have to work. Then turned to my assistant, "Carol, we have to go back to the office and sort this out. I'm afraid I'm going to need your help for the rest of today and the whole of tomorrow. We have a heck of a lot to do, are you free to help me, please?" "Yes, of course, Diane - sorry, if we are working I suppose it should be Dave but I cannot use that name while you look so lovely, so feminine. At least we'll have the office to ourselves and there shouldn't be any telephones to answer!" Claire smiled sweetly at both of us and said "In that case, Diane, why spoil all your fun! Instead of going shopping as my girlfriend, go to the office as you are! Carol can also help you act more lady-like and point out any mistakes you make." To my horror, Carol giggled and added "That will make the work easier to bear! Come on, Diane, let's do it! It'll be so much fun." It was tempting - very tempting - too tempting so I nodded and said "Yes!" Well, it certainly wasn't the weekend I was anticipating but, I have to say, the boost to my confidence that two women who knew me had not recognised me and yet now accepted my cross-dressing was incredible. The first thing I did from my office was phone the group CEO - an older but very capable lady who had more steel than many of the men I knew in similar position. I let her know the problems and said that I thought we could make them go away without too much impact to the subsidiary. I told her the fee would be expensive and she didn't complain; instead she trebled the figure I had in mind, asked if that was acceptable and said the money would be transferred by the end of the week! I also got the impression the subsidiary CEO would be moving fairly soon. Carol and I worked hard and long right over the weekend yet there was still time for some casual chat. Of course, Carol wanted to know details and whilst I told her less than we had Zoe, she loved to be part o it. She insisted on seeing my corset and forms and because she was so supportive I showed her. In general I was so wrapped up in the work required that at times I completely forgot I was Diane or even how I was dressed yet Carol would, whenever necessary, point out an odd male gesture: picking up my coffee mug without using the handle and several times sitting with my knees apart and a few other misdemeanours. The time went quickly and suddenly it was 6pm on Saturday and I felt we had broken the back of the problems; all that was left was the slog to put it into order and record. I shooed Carol out the office and said I'd see her at 8 in the morning. She came up to me and kissed me on the cheek and told me "This has been great fun, Diane! You've always been nice and someone I respected but now you are even better! See you tomorrow." Wow! That helped my ego. Claire was fantastic and had a welcome meal ready when I got home. We chatted about the events and when I told her about the fee she said "Yay! That's triple the bonus we'd agreed to take! That means triple the fun..................................and an even bigger wardrobe for you!" We went to bed early and made love with Claire claiming the top position. I was first at the office on Sunday only just beating Carol. She admired my skirt and blouse, still worn with my boots because they were so comfortable and the only other shoes I had at the moment were the red courts which were too high or my first heels which now felt too low. Maybe I was acting too much like a woman over clothes, I thought with a smile. The work went well and we soon had everything lined up and knocked off one by one. At lunch time I felt bold enough to take Carol to a little eatery nearby for a fast meal and she teased me about how well I touched up my make-up before we left the office and after the food. We put the finishing touches to my presentation just after four and were finished by five. While she cleared away our stuff I wrote her a cheque at my desk and gave it to her at the door. Her eyes went wide when she saw the numbers. "That's two month's salary, Diane!" "And you are worth it, Carol. I couldn't have done this without you and I made sure the client is paying for their mistake and you for your work." She threw her arm around my neck and kissed me hard on the lips. Throwing back her head she grinned and told me "I absolutely loved working for Dave - he's far better than the others - but Diane is fantastic and anytime I can work for you I will! Good luck tomorrow, I know you will knock their socks off. Pity you can't do it as Diane because that would really be impressive! The grin faded as she let me out of her hug and added "Seriously, Diane- and-Dave, you really are a lovely person and Diane is special to me too, now. And her secret is safe with me. But you are so much nicer and happier as her, you should think about staying this way all the time. It might shock Bob and maybe Jim at first but I think the other two wouldn't even blink as you are the one that formed and holds the partnership and the team together." It was my turn to hug Carol and thank her for her thoughts, then hurry her on her way home. And on my own way home I mulled her words over in my head. What was clearly impossible two weeks ago didn't seem quite as difficult now. Carol met me at the door from the garage into the kitchen with a proffered glass of red wine. We kissed and she grabbed my hand to lead me into the room. "You really do have a wonderful nurturing side, darling Diane! I've just got off the phone with Carol - she thinks you are the best boss ever to work with and is so excited with her bonus. I did tell her that Diane was going to be getting some clothes with hers and she said she hopes they are downright sexy!" I told Claire of all that Carol had said as we left; she didn't comment either way but I could see her brain processing the information! It was an early night for me and I was very tired from the intense two days effort. It was the first day since Claire's discovery of me that we hadn't made love, but I had to be up at five for a flight at eight that would get me to the meeting with an hour to spare. I cuddled in to Claire and the next thing I heard was the alarm clock! I showered and dressed reluctantly in Dave mode, kissed Claire goodbye and drove in the light traffic to the airport, my laptop and briefcase with the presentation and reports on the seat beside me. I enjoyed a breakfast after booking in then prepared my mind for corporate cut and thrust that comes with interpreting tax laws for the tax man and the business know-it-all of a CEO. Whilst Diane may have a very feminine side, Dave sometimes has to go straight for the jugular. In the event it was plain sailing. The CEO acted the repentant sinner and the tax officials appreciated the error of their way of interpreting the law. The presentation had answered almost all of their questions and, after three hours the meeting concluded with snacks and drinks in their comfortable boardroom. Honour had been saved and the potential redundancy of 200 workers had been prevented. I phoned the group CEO as I had promised immediately after the meeting and she was ecstatic that I had achieved all my goals. I tried to sleep on the trip home but failed miserably. My mind, now free of corporate problems, had wandered to the missed shopping trip and lost time with Claire. As soon as I landed I phoned Carol and told her of the success we had achieved. I also told her to take two days off to make up for the weekend but, to my surprise, she refused saying she'd had a wonderful weekend and been handsomely paid for it! "We've got the Bates proposal to do this week as well as the outline plans for that engineering group," I was reminded in a firm voice. Hang on, I thought, am I the boss? However I realised that the relationship with Carol had changed too; it wasn't boss and subordinate any longer. No, it was now friends working to support each other! On the spur of the moment I asked her to book a table for three at one of the best restaurants in town for tonight at 8. She said she would and asked in whose name the booking should be made. I told her to book it in Diane's name and that she and Claire would be dressing up - and we hoped she would too! The screech down the phone was something else then she told me "I love you boss!" I agreed she could pick us up because I knew she hardly drank anything and I felt I owed it to Claire to indulge her for her patience. Claire, of course, was ecstatic to be going to her favourite restaurant and hugged me for inviting Carol. "That was so sweet of you, Honey! I love this growing side that is so considerate and feminine. And I'm so proud that you want to go as Diane, too." The evening was a complete success. Carol was in awe of the menu, never having afforded herself a visit. I secretly told the Maitre D that it was her birthday - not true - and she was given a bottle of champagne to take home and celebrate. It was a girls-night-out fun-time and Claire and Carol got on like a house in fire. Friendships were forged and cemented over a wonderful meal and great venue. We both made sure that Carol felt like a princess and by the end of the evening she was glowing with joy. Eventually I had to point out that we'd work to do tomorrow and the evening had to end but nobody minded. Carol dropped us off and once inside, we both kicked off our heels. Claire was a bit giggly - she had drunk quite a bit - and pushed me back into a chair and jumped in my lap. "I've had so much fun tonight, Diane, thank you. I'd love to ravish your body but tonight I'm just too tired and I think you are too. Please get home early tomorrow because I have thought of how I'd like to tie you up and tease you into total submission." She giggled again and snuggled her head into my neck and in the sexiest of throaty whispers asked "Is that what my submissive little slut would like, perhaps?" Despite the lateness and the wine I'd consumed the thoughts had me erecting. However, I knew no amount of begging would rid my wonderful wife of her tiredness. Instead, I picked her up in my arms and carried her to the bedroom. I gently undressed her and licked her to two orgasms then snuggled her naked beneath the duvet. She was instantly asleep. I cleared away, locked up for the night, removed my make-up and joined her in bed. I was awoken with a kiss. "Thanks again for a very special evening and the sleeping pill was superb! I've always dreamed of dropping straight off to sleep after a climax but that was better than the dream! And I see you remembered your make-up, too. Well done my special girly boy- toy. And just don't you dare be late tonight!" I grabbed her and kissed and hugged her. I didn't care if I was late for work but she did. Carol was incredibly happy all day. She kept telling me it was the best three days she could ever remember and last night was really special for her. The poor woman had been widowed in her late twenties and never found anyone else, so she had a very limited social life. Now we knew each other so much better she was amazing and managed to perceive my needs before I'd even recognised them myself. That way we raced through the workload. At three she popped her head round my door to say "Claire's just phoned. She said for you not to be late as she has some bonds she wants you to study tonight." How I kept a straight face I do not know! The reminder, however, destroyed all thoughts of work or business so, an hour later I was on my way home, but via a florist to get a huge bunch of roses for Claire to thank her for all her support. Not knowing what she had planned, I used my early home-time to bathe and shave. Then, with the roses displayed in a vase on the kitchen table with the big 'Thank You' card, I set to making an appetising dinner, complete with the best crockery and napkins. I've always loved cooking so it was a labour of love and I was rewarded by Claire demolishing the meal and loving all the little touches I'd done. Once the clearing up was done, we sat with coffee in the lounge. No words were needed for a while as we both soaked up the wonderful companionship that true love brings. But that was suddenly shattered when Claire, in an easy voice, said "Take one of our kitchen chairs up to the bedroom, Diane." "Why do you want me to do that?"I reacted. "Listen, Slut! When I give you an order you obey it without question!" said she as she bounded to her feet and pretended to stare angrily at me. It did surprise me............but it also turned me on instantly! I couldn't believe the rapid hard-on it caused in my panties. "Well, what are you waiting for?" Her words broke through my daze so I hurried to the kitchen, grabbed a chair and took it to our bedroom immediately. Not sure where to put the chair, I hesitated for a moment. "Put it by the dressing table, Diane," ordered Claire in my ear, surprising me again as I hadn't heard her following me. I hastened to comply. I turned toward her and watched her lips form the single-worded command "Strip!" I undid the belt of my robe and dropped it on the bed then, under my wife's watchful stare, undid my bra and removed it along with my forms. My satin panties followed, leaving me in just stockings and garter-belt. "That's good enough! Sit down on the chair NOW!" Whilst her demeanour in the lounge had obviously been forced there was no doubt that now she expected to be obeyed without question and my submissive side loved it so much my erection was incredibly hard once more. After a smirk as she made it obvious she had seen my hardness, she crossed to her bedside cabinet for the cuffs and gathered the locks from the drawer. My wrists were soon buckled into the strong but soft leather and drawn behind the narrow, high back of the chair, locked together and the chains somehow attached to the chair underneath me. Next my ankles were cuffed and each chain anchored to the top of the back legs of the chair which pulled my knees apart and, with my feet clear of the floor, gave me nothing to push against. If I thought I'd been helpless when I was tied to the bed it was nothing to this feeling. I was astonished at how quickly I had been robbed of my freedom and I realised Claire must have thought this through and practiced it to ensure it happened so swiftly: more proof of her love for me and of her committed domination. As I pondered these thoughts, she wrapped one of my strong leather belts beneath my wrists but encircling both the chair back and my waist, further anchoring me in place. Next came some nylon webbing which seemed to go from the top of the chair back, under my arms, over my shoulders and attached tightly to the chair back again, holding me immovably in the chair. I could only move my head and felt totally helpless - yet that traitorous part of my body showed how much it was enjoying the events! Claire had moved further behind me, out of my range of vision, I could hear her movements and wondered - a little fearfully, I admit - what she was planning and whether I could take it. I heard some snapping sounds that I didn't recognise until I saw her hands appear over each of my shoulders, each being now clad in a tight-fitting latex medical glove. I watched them move lower and gently grasp my nipples and begin rolling and gently pulling them as Claire was teaching my body to love. I felt the heat of her body against my head, neck and bound arms. She continued this for several minutes and I loved it, realising my nipples were almost as erect as my manhood. I'd wondered 'why the gloves' just before her hands deserted me and I felt the heat move from my back. Moments later Claire sat, straddling and facing me, sitting on the edge of the seat between my wide-spread knees. She was naked and held a large plastic pot on her left hand. As she removed the lid to expose the pink cream inside to my curious eyes she told me "You know I want you to have nice girly breasts of your own, Diane, so tonight we start to make it come true. This is a strong hormone treatment for just that purpose and it is specially formulated for poor, under-endowed girls like you." Helpless to prevent it - yet so turned on to want it - I watched almost in slow-motion as she took a very large scoop of cream with her fingers, put the pot on the dressing table, shared the cream between her hands and began massaging the cream into my chest around and over both nipples. The first cool touch made me shiver but soon this changed to a pleasant warmth, especially when her fingers and thumbs started squeezing and stretching the skin around my nipples as though trying to slowly pull breasts out of my chest. It was a fantastic feeling and I realised I was breathing in unison with her demanding hands and fingers. Nor could I fail to look at Claire's own full breasts just inches beneath my eyes and wonder how fabulous they would feel on me. Some ten minutes must have passed before the gloves and my skin started to run dry and, to my surprise, Claire gathered another big scoop of cream and started to repeat her actions. After about half an hour of this constant attention she said "I told you I want my slutty girly-boy toy to have firm, full breasts and big, sensitive feminine nipples that I can tease whenever I want to. This cream is very strong and I'm rubbing in way more than is recommended and I'm going to keep doing so every day until you have the breasts I want! And there is nothing Diane can do to stop me, is there?" The back of her right hand raised my chin enough for my eyes to be captured by hers. "No, Claire, I cannot do a thing to prevent you - but I don't think I want to either. I want so much to have beautiful breasts like yours. What you are doing feels so sensuous and downright sexy I'll look forward to it every time! I love you, my fantastic wife and cannot ever repay you for all the love you give me!" Claire chuckled throatily. "I told you our love was forever and I'll make sure you need mine like a daily drug. But don't get too carried away by the sexy feeling. You'll remember I said I want your nipples to be very sensitive? Well now the cream has all been absorbed by your breast-tissue where the hormones will do their work, I'm going to work on your nipples quite hard and strong. It will be more painful the longer I work on them but now we know you enjoy pain in your submissive state you are going to learn to love the feeling. You are even going to get to need it." All the time her fingers were rolling and squeezing and stretching my nipples. There was no arguing that they were much more sensitive but I wasn't going to tell her the treatment wasn't painful! Some ten minutes later I changed my mind and wanted her to stop so I asked. All she did was chuckle, move her hips up and forward and sink down onto my rigid penis. "Your head says for me to stop, but I'm not going to until your body says so too. Absorb the pain, soak up the soreness just as your breasts have done with the strong female hormones!" Slowly her hips rose and fell and her wet, pussy heat thrilled my captive cock. Her pelvic speed stayed constant at a slow rate, enough to keep me very excited but not enough to make me cum. Without her hands doing their work on my nipples I probably could have taken the wonderful feeling for an hour but her finger-work was a dichotomy. For on one side the growing pain was detracting from me concentrating on the feeling in our loins and on the other it was, strangely, adding to my passion. And the more I tried to think about it the more confused I got. Claire moved her hips faster but her fingers also increased their pace and she began stretching my nipples further and firmer. Needs and passion and pain all increased together and the frustration of not being able to move my body at all - certainly not buck my hips even a fraction - was intense. I slowly entered such a strange state of mind (I later learned it was called sub-space) where my confused feelings mixed intimately with confused thoughts and, being able to control neither, I suddenly relinquished control completely. It was almost as if I was no longer part of my body yet could feel every emotion coming from it. Time actually ceased to exist for me and I had, nor wanted, any control over anything that happened. Finally, through a mental fog I heard Claire command "Diane, my slut, now you are going to cum for me! Feel your nipples on fire. They will be so sensitive for hours. Feel your clit rubbing against mine. Feel our juices making us both so wet. Now, slut! Now! Cum for your Mistress!" And I did! Unable to move, all I could do in my strange state of mind was obey and feel. Every tremor, every spurt, every twinge of my penis created intense bursts of wonder throughout my whole being in ways I had never experienced before. When it finally faded I just wanted to curl up in my protected and undemanding and incredibly well-loved state to re- live every split-second of every moment of that event. Gradually I became aware of Claire's arms holding me tightly to her, my cheek and chin in the soft flesh of her upper breasts. She was rocking gently. She was making sounds. The sounds became words and slowly I began to make sense of them. "It's alright, Darling. Let it go. Cry for me, Honey, let it out . Everything is fine, Diane, Don't fight the tears. I love you .............." Almost as if riding in a ridiculously slow elevator, my consciousness rode to the surface and I sniffed back another sob before it broke. "My God! Claire I have never felt anything like that! I think I'll die if you ever make me cum like that again, it was so incredible, so intense -it was wonderful yet almost....." my out-of-control verbal flow was suddenly shut off by Claire's lips pressing against mine in a firm yet loving kiss. When it ended she looked deep in my eyes and I saw such tenderness and love I almost burst into tears again. "Hooray and well done, my wonderful man! In all the time we have been together and made love, this is the first when you have given up your 'need to control!' Thank you so much for giving yourself up to me! I love you so much." She just held and caressed me and I felt beyond words for several minutes while I tried to understand what had happened. Eventually she felt me recovered enough and stood up. I certainly wasn't prepared for the unsettling feeling as she tilted the chair backwards more and more until the top was resting on the side of the bed. Still unable to move, I watched as she knelt, hands and knees on the bed and moved sideways and backwards until her clean-shaven pussy was directly above my face. "Now it's my turn, Slut!" and I watched her clit descend towards my waiting tongue.